Me and my shadows.

Posted on 21/02/2011


The fire in her
Is doused
Only by written words
In the backdrop,
An off focus desire,
A misplaced hourglass

In her yogic stance
Lies more
Than just stamina,
A divine energy
To willingly obey,
A composure, soothing,
The scars of apprehension

Clasping both their hands,
Secretly slipping keys
Of their rooms,
As they stood drenched
In disbelief
Of my insecurity,
I sat back with a burning candle,
Contours of their shadows
Engaging the light